I still haven’t chosen a blog name for this little Easter baby. I’m working on that. If you have any ideas, please be sure to comment.
In the meantime I’ll give you a little bit of her birth story – the very PG version.
If you’ve ever been 39 weeks pregnant then you know how miserable you can be. I was absolutely uncomfortable those last few weeks. That last week of pregnancy the kids went to visit grandparents for a week.
I enjoyed a break and tried to get some extra sleep. However, during the day I worked hard to go into labor! I walked the golf course while my hubby played golf; I ate pineapples and suffered terrible heartburn; I put all kinds of spicy things in my food; and I bounced on an exercise ball.
The day before Easter I had quite a few contractions and by late that night they were fairly regular and frequent. I called my midwife and let her know that I thought labor had started. Over an hour later I called her back to let her know that the contractions were continuing.
Once the midwife arrived all of my contractions stopped. I also learned that I had made zero progress. Talk about frustrating and disappointing!
The midwife told me to bounce on my exercise ball and do some lunges. She went upstairs to take a nap on the couch while I did lunges and tried to get contractions started again.
In the middle of one of the lunges I heard a quiet “pop” and immediately started to feel a little sick. I sat down on my exercise ball and realized then that my water had broken. My hubby ran upstairs to tell the midwife and the contractions began again. This time they were incredibly painful.
Several minutes after the midwife came back downstairs I was in active labor that was so painful I could barely catch my breath. The midwife immediately recognized that I was suffering from back labor so she helped massage my back through all the contractions.
Within one hour I was holding our little girl. She was wide awake and staring right back at me while she cried. My active labor was only 1 hour. I’m thankful it wasn’t longer because I could never have survived the back labor for any longer. But I’m also thankful that the midwife was already at the house because she would have never made it in time if I had waited to call her until my water had broken.
Despite the crazy painful back labor, I had a wonderful home birth with my awesome midwife.